The differently frozen shoulder!

A brawny force pulled her shoulders and her feet,

Her balance was shaken; she could not take the heat.

She cried and shouted for she wanted some aid,

The shoulder was still being dragged down in shade.

Peeked up and about, the world seemed bright,

Her foot stuck, a name she awed holding it tight!

The more she resisted, the deeper she was heaved,

Helpless and tired, she could now just plead.

 

They all want a shoulder to lean and heed their story,

Lopsided miserable shoulder- wedged with no glory.

In their mourning and slip-ups she was now in grief,

Once happy, her life now, just an autumn leaf!

“I ought to stay strong” she bellowed in her mind,

Assembling the jammed pieces - she had to bind.

Self-assured and positive – she felt free of charge,

Would not bother on any quandaries, now at large!

 

The star that never twinkled...

There was once a dazzling rock,

Colossal shine, kept within a lock.

For years the light came from inside,

It was miracle and a breathtaking sight!

The gigantic sparkling rock lit a lot,

A treasure the ancestors had caught.

The most captivating and bizarre piece,

Sovereigns sought after that cheese.

Scientists and researchers befuddled,

Obtained no answer or logic or googled!

All and sundry yearned that stone,

Thieves' vital dream was stealing it alone.

And One day the staff was alarmed!

They all thought the rock was harmed.

They evacuated the museum as soon,

Darkness was observed that noon.

Oblivious, the researchers barged in,

God men thought it was a worldly sin.

News channels and media covered,

Mystery of darkness, still undiscovered.

And then a little one talked to the rock,

Unlike worthless others plunked to mock.

The innocent girl bent close to the stone,

Why did you stop shining, want to be thrown?

                                    

The rock answered back this time and loud,

I am not cherished anymore in the crowd.

Buying and selling is all they notice in me,

Bartering me for covetousness is the key.

Transition from a thought to a mere thing,

Lady not respected justly a vicious sting!

Those Monstrous eyes gauge at my light,

I can't shimmer anymore, that’s my plight.

I whimpered in reflection if he would be sorry,

Witnessed Eve teasing, Rape, murder and dowry.

He had an eye to make countless money,

Pierced my soul, parts you sold were not runny!

Darling I would be of no use without the glitter,

Go ahead sell me now at the price of futile litter.

Stars stipulate safety, esteem and respect,

Let us clean our thought process and disinfect!!

The Crime she committed...

Her feelings she hides,
Her dreams she can't find.
She's losing her mind,
She has fallen behind!

No one understands her kind…
She sure hates saint valentine!
Her peers, friends and family binds,
Somewhere she lost trust in mankind.

And all her life she bent her spine,
Although now her self esteem is in line.
Hoping that her destiny will shine,
Consoling herself - everything will be fine.

Not waiting any more for his sign,
The scars now seem to be a design!
In deep thought and a glass of wine,
She realized that loving him was a crime!

Money got no Heart – Money got no soul!

Someone truly said “you got to do some living before dying” and that someone would be me! Ever day I cross by the flower seller when I leave for work. The poor and deprived woman makes a living by selling marigold flowers on the road-side specifically for people who visit the temple or worship deities in their shops and houses. The poor woman in her late 20's has two semi naked children who play right in front of her, the boy is the younger one, about two and the girl is elder than him, about 7 – responsible and mature enough to care of the puerile brother loitering beside the road.

Every morning the boy beams and calls people by the name of some Bollywood actress or actor…people smile and pass by. The kind hearted often offer the urchin a rupee or two when they cross the flower seller to the bus stand.

Today I got free a bit early today and I happened to ask the boy what would he like to become when he would grow up. Startled by his reply I began looking at his mother who was in a tattered Sari making a necklace from marigold flowers. The tiny one wrapped in a threadbare mickey mouse t-shirt said he would become a teacher so that he could teach people not to spit on roads, waste food and misbehave with her mother and sister.

It’s an ignominy and an embarrassment on our society that we misbehave and misuse the public amenities and the underprivileged. Corruption is a different subject but we have lost the way we have been supposed to live. I say a 7 year old cleaning your car and you letting him clean it is a crime. Teach him something and free him for physical slavery. Why are we embarrassed to pick up our litter and throw it in the dustbin, why do we necessitate a poor an uneducated person from a lower caste to do it? What makes all the tobacco addicted people spit red saliva on the roads? Why cant we park our cars in the parking area and why can’t we be vocal about any crime and corruption that we witness?

If we educate the little urchins and help the unfortunate in our own little way, we could channelize or improve our own lives and the society and make it a little worthwhile. Earning a fortune, making mansions by the beach side with Jacuzzi and luxury cars, buying newestgadgets and sporting designer wear with bulb like solitaires will not accompany you after you perish. The great men/women always had a difficult life. Hence the Ten Commandments are worth implementing. Remember the uglier you think, the uglier you become,

The TEN Commandments -

1.      Women are not edible and not to be taken advantage of!

2.      Roads are not shit pots, donate what is surplus and not spoilt

3.      Degrees and learning from expensive and reputed institutions are waste if they are not utilized in the right direction.

4.      Educate and feed an empty mind and stomach

5.      Be truthful to yourself than anybody else, worship self and spread happiness

6.      Whatever goes around comes around, watch your words and actions

7.      The four letter word that the gods invented is love and not lust and definitely not rape.

8.      Manhandling a weaker person or bullying someone shall make you a fool

9.      Respect people, relations and power

10.  Politics and money do not have a heart and a soul

The four lettered fiasco!

I have been always surrounded by a majority of ‘committed’ people. Different types of people - people who are your life lines, people who are lame, nerds, bossy one’s, cry babies, shopaholics, stalkers, flaunters, losers (best pals) , foodies, fitness freaks, marriage freaks, ‘shit again a break up’ freaks or just freaks…not a single one being ordinary!

The lone question they have been always haunting me with is “What is Love”. Furthermore, it is habitually rather at all times succeeded by – “what do you know what is love and shit”. So, let me go by the line – the best advice is given by those who have never experienced the same! Get your thinking hats I have splurged enough food for thought…

Love is when you smile like a fool. Love is when you do anything for the person you love. Love is when you love selflessly. Love is when you relay the whole kit and caboodle around you with the person you love. Love is when commuter traffic looks like melody and people honking seem like love birds purring softly. Love is when the messy, filthy, local and deafening fish market looks like the red carpet of the academy awards and fish vendors like photographers and journalists calling your name out for paparazzi. Love is when you want to look beautiful or handsome only for that one person you love. Love is when you blush. Love is when you hear a dreamy romantic song and understand the lyrics. Love is when you imagine the hero/heroine of your movie as your better half. Love is you when you wake up with a smile and sleep with a smile. Love is when you read the messages sent by the person you love a million times, even the ones sent by you. Love is when you smile while talking on the phone to the person who becomes the reason for your smile. Love is when your enemies or the world at large does not matter much because you have the one you love by your side. It is when you wait for the person to call you and come running to pick up the phone. Love is when you expect and cry. Love is when after a party crowded with friends, you come home and rest with that one person. Love is when you would sneak out and become unpredictable. Love is when you plan to have grandchildren with the one. Love is when you care so much that you would die to protect the one you live for. Love is when you cry when he/she is hurt. Love is when you are never formal, you never compare, when you would never in your wildest dreams want that fiend tear in someone’s eyes. Love is when you are loyal and ingenuous, honest and always by the side of the other person in sickness and health. Love is when you buy for her/him and become contented by seeing the twinkle in their eyes as the gift wrap unfolds. Love is when you cry with bliss together. Love is when you follow the assurance of being with each other always and together. We are mortals in the end; life departs but love, people – endures forever!

TILL YOU FIND A PERSON YOU LOVE, YOU ARE AN ASS WORKING-WALKING-EATING-SLEEPING AND POOPING IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER! That’s what the world realizes you to be.

Afterwards - Party is over my friend. Subsequent to the mushy romantic running around the trees song in the movie, the villain arrives. Responsibility-bondage-obligation and duty my friend! A lavish marriage for the clan, bigger house with society, a bigger car, kids, lots of poop and puke, medical insurance, their education, rent, loans and stress, counseling your kids so that they do not develop to alcohol or porn addicted gothic freaks or become pregnant or slaughterers or terrorists, they study properly, get excellent marks in the exams and are courteous and well mannered, they do their grad and post grad and work, mid life crisis, support them, comfort them and help them grow up and settle and if they do not end being intelligent fools like their parents to find “LOVE”, get them a goddammit bride/groom per their behavior and standards, provident funds, become grandparents, see the lil buggers pooping and puking again, and that smile on the lil bugger calling you grandma will make your life, pilgrimages, old age, diseases ..

But there sure is one thing that remains in all the shit above that gives you a reason to live and accomplish everything that you had or will have in god knows how many lives…the only one thing that would fetch the world to your grave saying “what a person”! The only thing that made you smile like a fool. The feeling with which you did the most difficult thing with ease… The only feeling that made your day and your life…the only feeling which motivated you to live and enthused you to learn…to grow up. The only feeling with the person who believed in you and realized your worth at the most challenging or problematic times…the magnificent sentiment with the one you devoted your entire existence ...and the four lettered fiasco responsible for that very existence - LOVE!

Disclaimer – The author is appropriately crazy. The sounds of the pigeons mating on her air conditioner roof is making her design a campaign to PETA –“Shoot them they are useless”…kidding she loves animals, pigeons mating make her happy about the purpose of life! Background - She is generally an agony aunt and wrote all of the above after having pathetic supper. She feels like puking now. She wonders how people can cook so bad ...her maid should be awarded for cooking doleful and tragic poop and making people eat it! Electric shocks might resolve the mess.